This song began as three lines that I put on a page in my book.
I'm scared.
I'm scarred.
I'm sacred.
Scarred/Sacred
begin sifting through
the remains and ashes
of wars and crashes
of something tragic.
the problems remain unseen.
just keep thinking
for another hour.
a million thoughts undoubted,
the ashes getting shallower.
our hands remain unclean.
the fires burning
for another hour.
my burns a massacre,
i'm scarred but sacred.
my skin shall be revenged.
a burned photo album;
false happy faces
replaced with burned plastic places.
only violent traces of
what might have been.
let someone else
let someone else let go.
this is you.
a half eaten life
you left in a hurry.
feel something lurking
underneath the murky
clouds in the sky.
i never wanted this for you.
harness your anger and make your next move
would you let someone else let go?
all we are is what you made us
all we are is what you made us
all we are is what you made us
all we are is what you made us
Monday, March 31, 2008
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